Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern.
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